The Midnight Special - The Weavers

Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me

Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me

Now you get up in the morning, you hear the ding dong ring

And you go marching to the table, you see the same old thing

Well it’s on the table, a knife a fork and the pan

If you say anything about it, you’re in trouble with the man

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me

Well, if you ever go to Houston, than you’d better walk right

And you have better not stagger and you’d better not fight

Because the sheriff will arrest you, he’s gonna take you down

And when the jury finds you guilty, you’re penitentiary bound

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world did I know?

Well, I know her by her apron and the dress she wore

An umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand

She goes marching to the captain, she says «I want my man»

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me

Everlovin' light on me